A Small Talk

"…" Noel didn't know what to say. But this affection was something that he missed as well. Whether it was just a small bickering or the true care of his parents, he missed them because he no longer had any parents. "Well, it's not my place to say it, but it seems that you have your reason for talking like that. And I can't call it 'blowing up' from my perspective."

"No. It's blowing up because I have prejudice with merchant profession." Roel shook his head helplessly. "My wife was a merchant like them. She wasn't a big merchant, but her workers loved her and were loyal to her.

"But one day, she headed to a city and was attacked by a bandit group. Although she managed to return to our home, she passed away not long after. Back then, there were four arrows planted on her body and her right hand was gone.